Tuesday, November 25, 2014

We are beyond thrilled to bring you the Release Day Launch for Laura Kaye's HARD TO COME BY! HARD TO COME BY is the third full length novel in Laura's Hard Ink Series, published by Avon Romance. As a special treat, through December 2, pre-order Hard to Come By or purchase it during release week, and receive exclusive bonus content! Just fill out the quick form here!

Excerpt:
Marz was playing with fire. He damn well knew he was. But that didn’t make him want to pull away.
He just wanted more of the heat.
Marz nuzzled the side of Emilie’s face with his nose, his lips. She turned her face toward him and offered her lips. He couldn’t refuse.
Capturing her mouth on a tortured groan, Marz poured every ounce of his longing and confusion and desire into the kiss. They grasped at each other and Emilie turned in his arms. He pinned her against the railing and planted his hands in her hair. She opened to him and accepted his tongue, sucking him in until Marz’s blood ran hot and his hard-on ached. He ground himself against her and devoured every little moan and whimper and gasp she spilled.
Trailing kisses from her mouth to her jaw to her ear, Marz dragged a hand down her body and grasped her breast in his palm. She cried out and her head dropped back, drawing his mouth to her neck, where he licked and sucked and nipped as he kneaded her soft flesh. “You are so damn sexy.”
Her hand flew to his hair and grasped the back of his head. “Touch me,” she said. “Don’t stop touching me.”
Marz pulled away long enough to do a three-sixty scan. The lighthouse cast a dark shadow over them, and the pier was otherwise empty. His heart raced and his pulse hammered. He dove back in, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone, which he traced with his tongue. Her nails scratched deliciously at his scalp and her grip urged him down.
Through the thin material of her blouse and bra, he mouthed and flicked at her nipple. He shifted the deep vee of the neckline to reveal a lacy royal blue bra. He tongued her through the lace until she was panting and moaning and writhing against the railing.
“Oh, my God,” she rasped as he shifted her shirt and moved to her other breast. This time, he tugged the lace down to bare the deep pink of her nipple. She tasted and smelled like something fruity and sweet, and it made Marz hunger for more. “Derek,” she gasped. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Her palm cupped and squeezed the bulge of his erection through his jeans. His hips jerked into the touch, craving more of her, all of her. He groaned and it seemed to egg her on, because she pressed and rubbed her hand against his trapped cock until he was panting and imagining taking her down to the ground.
“Jesus, Emilie, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he said as he worked kisses back up her body to her mouth.
“I know just what you mean,” she said. Her molten hot gaze met his. Eyes hooded, lips shiny and swollen, cheeks flushed, she was a freaking goddess standing under the moonlit sky. He felt the force of her beauty every bit as much in his chest as in his cock.
“You sure about that, babe?” he asked as he took her mouth in a deep, wet kiss. “Because my imagination has me stripping you of those fuck-hot jeans.”
“Yeah?” She rubbed his cock in a long stroke with the heel of her hand. “Mine has us getting a room at the hotel back there. So I’m sure,” she said with a smile.
Marz’s heart hammered against his breastbone and his cock jerked, clearly liking her idea, too. Except, if he took her up on it, he was going to end up buried inside her for as long as she’d have him. And so long as this clusterfuck of a situation defined their relationship, he couldn’t take things that far. Could he?
About HARD TO COME BY:Caught between desire and loyalty...
Derek DiMarzio would do anything for the members of his disgraced Special Forces team--sacrifice his body, help a former teammate with a covert operation to restore their honor, and even go behind enemy lines. He just never expected to want the beautiful woman he found there.
When a sexy stranger asks questions about her brother, Emilie Garza is torn between loyalty to the brother she once idolized and fear of the war-changed man he's become. Derek's easy smile and quiet strength tempt Emilie to open up, igniting the desire between them and leading Derek to crave a woman he shouldn't trust.
As the team's investigation reveals how powerful their enemies are, Derek and Emilie must prove where their loyalties lie before hearts are broken and lives are lost. Because love is too hard to come by to let slip away...

And don’t miss the other Hard Ink books, now available:

Praise for Hard to Come By:
"Rough sex and explosive fights power Kaye's third Hard Ink novel, a thrilling adventure that feels more like an action movie with a romantic subplot than a typical contemporary romance. New readers will head straight for Kaye's backlist after powering through this installment." ~Publishers Weekly Starred Review
"TOP PICK! If you're looking for danger, gritty action, and sizzling passion, then Kaye has just the book and the series for you." ~RT Book Reviews Magazine
About Laura Kaye:
Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over a dozen books in contemporary and paranormal romance. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

Friday, November 21, 2014

With the holidays upon us there
are troves of books to curl up with by the fireplace. My paranormal romantic
comedy goes great with mulled wine and cinnamon cookies. Part of Decadent
Publishing’s 1Night Stand line, Frosty
Relations features a young college graduate facing the complicated world of
adulthood and confronting the frost mage she’s had a crush on for most of her
life. Add some Christmas magic and Madame Eve’s renowned matchmaking service,
and we’ve got the beginnings of an icy-hot love story. Those who’ve read my
Halloween release Flirting with Fire
already know Jack, this tale’s hunk. In keeping with the holiday spirit I’m
giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your
details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post. [or replace with:
at my website: TaraQuan.com/FrostyRelations]

Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2)

Attorney Jack Frost never
understood why holidays did weird things to people. His secretary went on
vacation, his best friend ditched their annual Aspen trip, and the law firm’s
stubborn human resources assistant refuses his clerical support request. What’s
a warlock to do on Christmas Eve but go on a 1-Night Stand? But when an oddly
familiar empath shows up as his date, this ice mage has a hard time denying the
magic of the winter solstice.

Faced with an anemic employment
market and financial woes, college graduate and former witch Mina Mao lands an
HR assistant job at Frost and Sons. Having spent her day saving Christmas from
Frost Junior’s Grinch-like behavior, she accepts the gift of Madame Eve’s
service and heads over to the Castillo Capital. When her date turns out to be
her childhood crush and workplace nemesis, she braces herself for the sexiest
icy ride of her life.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

I'm so excited to share this fabulous cover for my friend, Shari Nichols. She's an amazing and talented writer. This is her debut novel, coming to Ellora's Cave on November 19. Join me in congratulating her. Witch Hunter is an erotic romance, and I can't wait to read it.

BLURB

Determined MBI (Magickal Bureau
of investigations)agent Alex Denopoulos will stop at nothing to catch a killer,
including recruit notorious felon, Willow McCray to work for the agency. The
lines between duty and passion become blurred the more time he spends with the
sultry witch. In the midst of the investigation, they succumb to the dark edges
of desire, placing both their lives in danger. Alex will risk more than his
badge to keep her alive.

Kick-ass witch Willow must use
her powers for good if she wants to stay out of Hellios, a mage prison for
those who have broken the Wiccan Rede of ‘Harm ye None.’ Willow never expects
to fall so hard for Alex, a mortal with a penchant for justice and a deep
seated hatred of witches. Though a future together seems impossible, she
doesn’t want to let him go. Can she vanquish the evil surrounding them and give
Alex her mind and body before she loses her heart and maybe her soul?

EXCERPT

Willow took a sip of her margarita and glanced down at
Alex’s big hands, tanned and sprinkled with a smattering of dark hair. Funny,
she never found a man’s hands sexy. Suddenly her mind filled with images of
Alex trailing those big, masculine hands over her body. She wondered if he fit
the stereotype. Big hands, big…

“You never did answer my question. Are you considering
taking me up on my offer?” The sound of his voice pulled her from a host of
fantasies. Willow dug her nails into her palm to get her head back in the game.
She shouldn’t be thinking about this man in such a raw, sexual way.

“Why not? My car’s parked in the back. “She probed through
the nearby crowd to check if Alex came here with bodyguards. A virtual
cacophony of conversations invaded her thoughts, but nothing about protection
for Alex. Once she got him alone, she’d take her chances and pray she wouldn’t
be outnumbered. “Then let’s get out of here. Unless of course I’ve got some
competition.” He motioned over her
shoulder to the incubus whose head
now lolled forward over the bar.

“I think you’re flying solo here.” She’d set her trap and
let the consequences be damned. She rubbed her finger along the rim of the
glass and licked off the salt.

She lifted the glass to her lips, savoring the tangy flavor
of margarita mix along with the zing of tequila as it slid down her throat. Headrush. No surprise there, she
couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept or eaten in the past forty-eight
hours, existing on a combination of raw nerves and pure adrenaline.

“You missed a spot.” He ran his thumb along the seam of her
lip. He put it to his mouth and licked. “Mmm, sweet.” Her plan didn’t involve
foreplay…but damn he was hot. In
another time and another place she would be seriously into this guy. Too bad I might have to kill him.

Shari
Nichols grew up in a small town in Connecticut where haunted houses, ghosts and
Ouija boards were common place, spurring her fascination with all things
paranormal. Ever since she read her first Barbara Cartland novel, her life-long
dream has been to write sexy, romantic stories. Shari has been married to her
own alpha hero for twenty-two years. When she’s not writing, she’s reading,
going to the gym, or hanging out with family and friends.

She
lives in New Jersey with her husband, two teenagers, and her adoring golden
retriever. Shari graduated from Rider University with a degree in Business
Administration. After spending several years in the grind of Corporate America,
she quit to stay at home with her kids. Now she’s thrilled to spend her days in
sweats, eating chocolate while pounding on her keyboard to create her next
novel.

Her first book, Witch Hunter has been contracted with Ellora’s Cave
Publishing. Her next book, another steamy, romance, will venture into the world
of ghosts and haunted inns. Shari is a member of Romance Writers of America,
New Jersey Romance Writers, Liberty States Fiction Writers and Fantasy,
Futuristic, and Paranormal Romance Writers.Here's where you can find Shari. She enjoys hearing from her fans."The Ravens Hollow Series"Ellora's Cave PublishingWitch Hunter, release date November 19, 2014http://sharinichols.com/http://sharinichols.blogspot.com/

Saturday, November 8, 2014

So here I am, minding my own business and preparing another post for the TRS release party on one of the box sets, when I get word my latest Decadent Publishing story is out early! Wait, what? I have to promo that also? ACK!
Seriously, I'm thrilled. I had so much fun writing A CLASS ACT and I hope if you love M/M you'll pick it up. Enjoy this preview.
Gay Erotic Romance
Class in Session, Book 2 (May be read standalone)All Romance ~ Kindle ~ Kobo ~ NOOK ~ Decadent PublishingReleased November 7, 2014
Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him…except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.
Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?
Excerpt
The fleeting idea that Paul Merrill was somewhere else in Manhattan right now set a chill in his heart. Maybe some billionaire in disguise arranged this, like a super-rich parent he met at an open house who misinterpreted a handshake as a come-on. He shook away the ridiculous notion as the elevator floor vibrated. The ideas ballooned like fantastic movie plots, not unlike the one that would make Paul a household name.
At Room 2401, his hand trembled and it took three tries to get the green light. “Room” hardly described his quarters for the night. 1Night Stand appropriated them with a lavish suite with wide panel windows revealing Times Square in its explosive, mega-watt glory. The waving red lines of the story-high Coca-Cola ad mesmerized him, but only momentarily as he fought to keep his bearings. If his date was here, he was probably in another part of the suite.
The bedroom, no doubt. He swallowed back his nerves, inhaled, and stepped deeper into the living area. Large, suede sofas faced a wall-sized entertainment system. The wet bar looked better stocked than an actual restaurant. Barry’s mouth watered for a shot of vodka.
“Dr. Kellam!”
Barry’s heart jolted and his direction whipped to the left toward the approaching figure. “Paul, thank God it’s you.”
~

FDR High Class of 2004 graduate, Glenn Carson contacts fellow alumni to get a list of who will be attending the upcoming festivities. One call to a disgruntled former student leaves him shaken—apparently, not everyone is looking forward to the reunion. Hoping to ease his frustration, he contacts the 1Night Stand service for a relaxing and passionate encounter.

Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer to focus on the present and his successful business. However, past tragedies continue to haunt him, so he requests Madame Eve find him a man to show him a hot time and help him forget his troubles.

Will their one night together lead to a reunion after all?

~

I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k.

I have won awards for writing, and I have received 5-star reviews. I have also received 1-star reviews and people have looked at me funny at cons and events. I enjoy reading, yoga, and rock music. I liked the 9th Doctor best. I don’t wear dresses. I won’t cut my hair or color it. I will not limit myself to one genre when it comes to writing. I write contemporary, paranormal, gay, lesbian, menage, geek, short, long, purposely funny and hilariously sad. If I never win a major award or make a list, I will live content in the fact that I have written something, and that’s the dream.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Upon decree from his king, Sebastian,
Tailor to the entire kingdom of Dormiraa, embarks on the mission to fetch the
Princess Thalia home, her seven year Royal Tour over. He didn't expect to find
her working with clockwork and gears, encased within a coffin of glass. He did
not expect the sight of her wild black hair to set his heart to pound, or the
flash of her dark eyes would heat his blood. He did not expect he would want
her so badly, not when he could never have her.

The princess must become the Queen...

Thalia has always known she must return to
the capital to prepare for the throne. She did not expect her father to send
the Tailor to fetch her, or that this man with his extravagant clothes and subtle
cosmetics would intrigue her so well. There was something about him, something
that spoke of danger and secrets, even as his wicked mouth and knowing eyes
made her yearn.

However, not everyone desires the
princess's return. When they are attacked, they can only turn to each other.
Will they overcome status and secrets to discover a love for all time?

The
discordant note of a missed strike rose from the coffin, followed by a terse
mutter. By the Maiden, was the princess cursing?

A
sudden, terrible thought occurred. Was it the princess? Surely she wouldn’t
curse as if she was a dockworker. Maybe his source had lied about the gear
worker being the lost princess. Maybe this wasn’t her at all, and he would
spend another three months trying to find the erstwhile royal.

No. If it
killed him, this would be her. He was not going to waste any more time on this.

So
decided, he intoned, “Princess,” in the clear, strong voice he used to quell
conversation.

The
woman in the coffin—the princess,
damn his eyes—started, and a loud clang split the air, immediately followed by
one of those deliciously vulgar curses. Pulling out of the coffin, she glared
at him.

His
breath strangled in his throat. Heat stormed through him, his cock hardening in
his too-thin breeches.

Thrice-damned
god, but she was arresting.

Wild
ebony hair escaped from the band holding it back while furious black eyes
pilloried him, full lips pursed in displeasure. Her worker’s clothes revealed
more of her form than they should, the homespun shirt opened to the middle of
her breast bone. The undyed fabric seemed too rough for such fine skin, the
dull off-white hue a contrast with her dusky flesh. The brown leather harness
of her trade nipped in her waist and cupped her breasts, while trousers
outlined full hips and long legs, the latter encased in knee-high boots of soft
brown leather capped with steel.

Quite
insanely, he wanted to taste the damp skin revealed by her shirt.

“What do
you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

She had
to be the princess. Only royalty could deal such a stare.

“Doing?”
he said.

She
folded her arms beneath her breasts. He tried not to notice how her action
plumped her flesh deliciously through the leather. “Do not come into a workroom
and startle a gear worker, especially if she’s wielding tools that could harm
her, the object she works on, and your fat head once she recovers herself.”

“My apologies, Princess.” He offered his
most charming smile and ignored how the darkening of her scowl made him harder.
“I am the tailor, and I have been sent to fetch you home.”

======================================

About Cassandra :

Cassandra Dean is a best-selling, multi-published author of historical and fantasy
romance. Her latest novel, SILK & SCORN, is part of her popular Silk
Series, featuring Victorian Era lawyers and their happily ever after. Her next
novel, SLUMBER, will be available soon from Decadent Publishing’s Beyond
Fairytales, and features Cassandra’s take on Sleeping Beauty.

Cassandra is proud to call South
Australia her home, where she regularly cheers on her AFL football team and
creates her next tale.